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by: Ilya Shambat - Mon, 20 Mar 2023 00:06 UTC

You were the sugar in my Lipton tea,
You were my exaltation and delight
Like April blossoms on a cherry tree
You made new life from water and sun's light.

I came to you and played inside your shade
And in your soft and gentle aura bathed
I sang to you a starlight serenade
And underneath your leaves my soul misplaced.

I left it there, and it is there still
But I got lost and can find you no more,
Was it the inspiration? Was it will?
I'm shorn of everything that I adore.

I saw in you the energy of love
And everything that's holy and divine,
And I can't say "my darling one" enough:
You were more tasty than the vintage wine.

Now I will never hold your hands again
Or press my lips to you or touch your heart,
I'll write you many poems, all in vain,
And we are many, many miles apart,

My soul is lost - where will it reappear?
I cannot find it - will you help me please?
Will you remember me or shed a tear
As I am calling you among the trees?

You lift, alight, become airborne and fly
And lift my soul where it would never go,
And as I look at you and ask you why
You only answer me, I told you so.

But what, alas? I'm gazing from afar
And maybe it is better off this way
For you, by now, have become a star
And I now dream of every yesterday.

By Ilya Shambat
https://sites.google.com/view/ilyashambatpoetry

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by: Edward Rochester Esq - Mon, 20 Mar 2023 00:22 UTC

On Sunday, March 19, 2023 at 8:06:57 PM UTC-4, Ilya Shambat wrote:
> You were the sugar in my Lipton tea,
> You were my exaltation and delight
> Like April blossoms on a cherry tree
> You made new life from water and sun's light.
>
> I came to you and played inside your shade
> And in your soft and gentle aura bathed
> I sang to you a starlight serenade
> And underneath your leaves my soul misplaced.
>
> I left it there, and it is there still
> But I got lost and can find you no more,
> Was it the inspiration? Was it will?
> I'm shorn of everything that I adore.
>
> I saw in you the energy of love
> And everything that's holy and divine,
> And I can't say "my darling one" enough:
> You were more tasty than the vintage wine.
>
> Now I will never hold your hands again
> Or press my lips to you or touch your heart,
> I'll write you many poems, all in vain,
> And we are many, many miles apart,
>
> My soul is lost - where will it reappear?
> I cannot find it - will you help me please?
> Will you remember me or shed a tear
> As I am calling you among the trees?
>
> You lift, alight, become airborne and fly
> And lift my soul where it would never go,
> And as I look at you and ask you why
> You only answer me, I told you so.
>
> But what, alas? I'm gazing from afar
> And maybe it is better off this way
> For you, by now, have become a star
> And I now dream of every yesterday.
>
> By Ilya Shambat
> https://sites.google.com/view/ilyashambatpoetry

Weak tea, Lipton or otherwise.

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Subject: Re: Every yesterday
From: ashwurth...@gmail.com (Ash Wurthing)
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by: Ash Wurthing - Mon, 20 Mar 2023 18:32 UTC

On Sunday, March 19, 2023 at 8:22:37 PM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq.. wrote:
> On Sunday, March 19, 2023 at 8:06:57 PM UTC-4, Ilya Shambat wrote:
> > You were the sugar in my Lipton tea,
> > You were my exaltation and delight
> > Like April blossoms on a cherry tree
> > You made new life from water and sun's light.
> >
> > I came to you and played inside your shade
> > And in your soft and gentle aura bathed
> > I sang to you a starlight serenade
> > And underneath your leaves my soul misplaced.
> >
> > I left it there, and it is there still
> > But I got lost and can find you no more,
> > Was it the inspiration? Was it will?
> > I'm shorn of everything that I adore.
> >
> > I saw in you the energy of love
> > And everything that's holy and divine,
> > And I can't say "my darling one" enough:
> > You were more tasty than the vintage wine.
> >
> > Now I will never hold your hands again
> > Or press my lips to you or touch your heart,
> > I'll write you many poems, all in vain,
> > And we are many, many miles apart,
> >
> > My soul is lost - where will it reappear?
> > I cannot find it - will you help me please?
> > Will you remember me or shed a tear
> > As I am calling you among the trees?
> >
> > You lift, alight, become airborne and fly
> > And lift my soul where it would never go,
> > And as I look at you and ask you why
> > You only answer me, I told you so.
> >
> > But what, alas? I'm gazing from afar
> > And maybe it is better off this way
> > For you, by now, have become a star
> > And I now dream of every yesterday.
> >
> > By Ilya Shambat
> > https://sites.google.com/view/ilyashambatpoetry
> Weak tea, Lipton or otherwise.

Could it be that they had a preference for Tetley and not Lipton?

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by: NancyGene - Mon, 20 Mar 2023 18:55 UTC

On Monday, March 20, 2023 at 6:32:11 PM UTC, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> On Sunday, March 19, 2023 at 8:22:37 PM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> > On Sunday, March 19, 2023 at 8:06:57 PM UTC-4, Ilya Shambat wrote:
> > > You were the sugar in my Lipton tea,
> > > You were my exaltation and delight
> > > Like April blossoms on a cherry tree
> > > You made new life from water and sun's light.
> > >
> > > I came to you and played inside your shade
> > > And in your soft and gentle aura bathed
> > > I sang to you a starlight serenade
> > > And underneath your leaves my soul misplaced.
> > >
> > > I left it there, and it is there still
> > > But I got lost and can find you no more,
> > > Was it the inspiration? Was it will?
> > > I'm shorn of everything that I adore.
> > >
> > > I saw in you the energy of love
> > > And everything that's holy and divine,
> > > And I can't say "my darling one" enough:
> > > You were more tasty than the vintage wine.
> > >
> > > Now I will never hold your hands again
> > > Or press my lips to you or touch your heart,
> > > I'll write you many poems, all in vain,
> > > And we are many, many miles apart,
> > >
> > > My soul is lost - where will it reappear?
> > > I cannot find it - will you help me please?
> > > Will you remember me or shed a tear
> > > As I am calling you among the trees?
> > >
> > > You lift, alight, become airborne and fly
> > > And lift my soul where it would never go,
> > > And as I look at you and ask you why
> > > You only answer me, I told you so.
> > >
> > > But what, alas? I'm gazing from afar
> > > And maybe it is better off this way
> > > For you, by now, have become a star
> > > And I now dream of every yesterday.
> > >
> > > By Ilya Shambat
> > > https://sites.google.com/view/ilyashambatpoetry
> > Weak tea, Lipton or otherwise.
> Could it be that they had a preference for Tetley and not Lipton?
LGBTIQA+. However:

"I left it there, and it is there still"
He left his soul under some leaves. Not a common place to lose one's soul.

"But I got lost and can find you no more,"
Google Maps or a GPS would help. Put a tracking collar on her/him.

"Was it the inspiration? Was it will?"
It certainly wasn't inspiration. Yes, it was Will Donkey!

"I'm shorn of everything that I adore."
Are souls shaved off? Loves? Donkey could use a shave and a Brazilian wax.. A sheep or George Sulzbach could do that.

Subject	Author
Every yesterday	Ilya Shambat
Re: Every yesterday	Edward Rochester Esq.
Re: Every yesterday	Ash Wurthing
Re: Every yesterday	NancyGene